Then my personal cell lit up with the same number.
Oh, come on.I swallowed a sigh and answered.
“This is Andrea speaking.”
“Miss Stone, it’s me—Rachel!” she screamed. “I need your help and I need it now.”
“What’s going on?”
“I can’t find Mr. Cross’s notes for his chat with Hudson Business School.”
“Check his cloud.”
“He said he wants the version with your notes on it, and I didn’t upload that one,” she said. “I know it’s in his office or library somewhere, but I can’t find it and pleaseeee help so he won’t fire me.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I can talk you through looking through a few places, but I’m off today.”
“Off?” she gasped. “He’s giving you special privileges?”
Shit…“No,” I said, sighing. “It was a joke, Rachel.”
“Ohhhh. Good one!” She laughed nervously. “Anyway, please help me. I’ll pay it back down the line, I swear.”
“I’m on my way.”
I shut my binder and decided to make this jaunt part of my lunch break.
Two hours max, Andrea. Two hours.
By the time I made it to the office, other interns were rushing around his office—looking in all the wrong places.
Walking to his desk, I unlocked his top drawer, then his private document case, and pulled it out.
“Here it is,” I said, holding it up. “You can take it.”
“Oh, wow, thanks!” Sophie smiled. “He gave you a key to his drawers?”
“Please go give him the files before he explodes on you.”
“Oh, right.” She rushed away, and I straightened his desk out of habit.
His laptop was still open and unlocked, with a drafted email.
To me.
I squinted to read it.
Dear Miss Stone,
Since I’ve generously given you the ENTIRE weekend off (with an additional day)… you can make up for it by completing the fifty things on my attached list.
Preferably by the end of Tuesday.
Ugh!
I slammed it shut, and the hourglass on his desk tipped and hit the floor.
I bent to pick it up—then stopped.
